But the next day pa.s.sed, too, without anybody appearing, and so the whole week went by.
Paul ran about the house as if distracted. Every ten minutes he was to be seen standing at the gate and looking out over the heath, so that the servants nudged one another and began to whisper all sorts of nonsense.
"It is a pity," he said to himself, "that I am still so innocent, and have not the least experience in love matters; otherwise I should know what I ought to do."
An agonizing fear began to master him, and he tossed about in his bed unable to sleep.
"I must make matters easy for them," he thought one morning, and ordered the basket carriage, which a short time ago he had bought at an auction, to be got ready, and drove to Lotkeim, the Erdmanns" estate, which they kept up together since their parents" death.
His heart felt a pang of shame and wrath as now, like one soliciting a favor, he entered the estate of those who had already injured him so much through his life. Little was wanting to make him turn round again at the gate, but his hands clasped the reins more firmly, and his lips murmured, "It is no question of what you feel."
He drove across the gra.s.s-grown yard, on which high thorn-bushes were blooming, and which was flanked by big, though much-neglected, farm-buildings, and stopped before the house, the shutters of which were painted in black and white circles, probably because they were sometimes used for targets.
"It is no honor to marry one"s sisters here; but they can no longer lay claim to much honor," he thought, tying his horse to the entrance rail, for no human soul was to be seen who could have taken the reins; only from a distant shed came the measured sound of the flails.
At the moment that he entered the hall he fancied he heard a confusion of voices and then the opening and shutting of the back doors. Then, suddenly, all was still.
He entered the parlor, in which the remains of their breakfast was standing, and which was still filled with cigar smoke. For some time he stood there waiting. Then a scraggy woman slipped through the door of the next room with an embarra.s.sed grin.
"My masters are not at home," she said, without waiting for his question; "they drove away early this morning and will not be back for some time."
"It does not matter; I will wait."
The old woman began to chatter and explain that it would be quite useless to wait; she never knew beforehand when they would come back; often they stayed away all night, and so on. Meanwhile he fancied he heard a dog-cart rattling out of the yard in the greatest haste. He jumped up, alarmed, for he thought that his horse had broken loose, but he saw it quietly standing in its place; then a suspicion arose within him--a suspicion which a minute before he would have thrust back indignantly.
The old house-keeper did not dare to turn him out; and, unmolested, but also without food or drink, he sat there waiting till the evening. When it was dark he set out on his way home, discouraged and humiliated.
Next morning he returned, this time also in vain. The third day he found the gate firmly bolted. A brand-new padlock was hanging on the hasp. It seemed to have been purchased especially for him.
Then he could no longer doubt that the brothers avoided him on purpose.
"They are ashamed to look me in the face," he said to himself; "I will write to them."
But when he took up his pen to compel himself to write friendly words of reconciliation, such disgust at his own undignified deed overcame him that he crushed it to pieces on the table, and paced about the room, moaning aloud.
"I must first go and collect my strength," he said, and crept noiselessly to the girls" room. They sat at the window, spoke not a word, and stared with white faces into the distance; then one let her head sink against the other"s shoulder, and said, gently and sadly,
"They will not come any more."
"They are afraid of him," sighed the sister.
And then they relapsed again into silence.
"Ah!" he said, breathing heavily, while he crept back to his room, "I knew that would help me."
Then he took a clean sheet of paper and wrote a beautiful letter, in which he expounded to the brothers that he was no longer angry with them--that he would forgive them everything if they would restore the lost honor to his sisters.
"To-morrow they will be here," he said, with a sigh of relief, when he dropped the letter into the box. For the rest of the day he wandered about on the heath, for he did not dare to look any one in the face, so much was he ashamed-of himself.
But the Erdmanns did not come.
It was on Christmas Eve, shortly before twilight. The heath lay deep in snow, and from the leaden sky fresh ma.s.ses of flakes were descending.
Then Paul saw that his sisters secretly took their hats and cloaks, and tried to make their escape by the back door.
He hastened after them. "Where do you want to go?"
Then they began to cry, and Kate said, "Please, please do not ask us."
But he felt a dreadful anxiety arise within him, and, grasping their arms, he said, "I shall follow you if you won"t confess."
Then Kate gasped out, sobbing, "We are going to mother"s grave."
Horror overcame him that they should go to that holy place; but he took care not to let them see it.
"No, children," he said, stroking their cheeks, "I can"t allow that; it would excite you too much; the snow is so deep, too, on the heath, and it will soon be dark."
"But some one must go there," said Kate, timidly, "it is Christmas Eve to-day."
"You are right, sister," he replied, "I will go myself. You stay with father and light a few candles for him. Please G.o.d, I shall bring you home some comfort."
They let themselves be persuaded, and went back into the house.
But he put on a warm coat, took his cap, and walked out into the dusk.
"You must lock the gates to-night," he said, before he left the yard, for he had a dull presentiment that he would only come home late at night, were it only for the sake of roaming about in the snow.
The white heath lay silent. Deep under the snow lay the withered flowers, and where a juniper-bush had stood before there was now a little white heap that looked like a mole-hill. Even the stems of the pollard willows were white, but only on the side against which the wind had blown.
Painfully he walked on across the snow-covered heath, at every step sinking in over his ankles. From time to time a crow flew through the air with heavy wings, fighting with difficulty against the snow-storm.
There was no path or road to be seen.... The three long fir-trees, which in the distance stood out against the sky like black phantoms, were the only sign by which he could direct his footsteps.
The golden streak, which for a few moments had flamed upon the horizon, vanished; lower and lower the shadows were sinking, and when Paul had reached the wall of the cemetery, which towered above him like a ghostly rampart, it had become quite dark; but the freshly-fallen snow gave an uncertain light, so that he hoped to find his mother"s grave soon.
The gate was snowed up--the snow had been heaped up by the wind; nowhere was an entrance to be discovered.
So he groped his way with difficulty along the hedge, from which, here and there, a black twig stretched forth its sharp thorns out of the white covering, till his arms sank deeper into the snow without meeting any resistance.
From there he forced his way to the inner cemetery.
The firs greeted him with a hollow moan, and a raven which had been sitting in the snow flew up noiselessly and circled round their tops restlessly, like a poor soul that cannot find peace.
When he saw the snow-covered plain in its pale uniformity lying before his eyes a terror overcame him, for he saw no sign by which to distinguish his mother"s grave. There was no cross on the mound, for he had not had money to buy one, but the mound itself lay dead under the levelling expanse of snow.
A torturing anxiety seized him; he felt as if he had now lost the very last thing that he possessed in life.
And with a trembling hand he began to grope about in the snow, from one mound to the other--a long row, from among which, here and there, a wreath or a little cypress-tree stood out in the dusk.